I am a single, white, blonde woman in my mid 40s. I am 5'7" and weigh about 120 pounds. I am physically active. I do not smoke; I drink on what might be called the high end of moderation. I live in Texas. I am bi, but more partial to women than men sexually. I appreciate elegant and expensive lingerie, and when I was younger, modeled quite a bit of it for catalogs, magazines and such.

No "friend collectors" please; no phone, cam or Skype.

**GUYS - PLEASE READ THIS** If your avatar and/or Image Gallery selections focus almost entirely on your cock (real or imagined, and whether or not it's turgid, ejaculating, or has company) don't waste your time trying to connect with me. I find farm animals more appealing, both aesthetically and intellectually.

Elvis, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The (early) Rolling Stones, The Doors, Blondie, Guns 'N Roses, Van Halen, U2, Dire Straits, Cream, The Animals, The KINKS, Pink Floyd, The Eagles, The Allman Brothers Band, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Jimmi Hendrix, Candy Dulfer and sax, Jr. Walker and the All Stars, Jimmy Reed, Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton, Rory Gallagher, Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band, and ABBA because their music was different, and both chicks were so hot back in the day.

As it begins, it is pitch black and I can see absolutely nothing, But I know where I am, and I know that you are with me. I can’t see you, but I can feel you close to me. I can hear you breathe. I can smell your hair. I can feel your warmth. I move closer and find you, next to me, quietly waiting for me to arrive and touch you, kiss you, and caress you. And that is what I do. I know you,...

Jill Blackthorn paused at the entrance to give her eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness. The club was dark, the air was clear, and the music mercifully soft and low. Jill hated the loud, smokey places packed with men and women screaming - trying desperately to be heard over the drone of loud, tasteless music. Jill wore her long dark hair shoulder length; it bobbed gently with each step...

Alice: There is a devilish sparkle in your eyes as you bend down once more. I close my eyes as you grasp the underside of my thighs and lift my legs up and apart. You kiss my knee. You kiss my inner thighs, moving ever closer and closer to my wet and wanting sex. You pause for a second, then I feel the tip of your tongue on the small piece of flesh just below my entrance. Wriggling from...

I know you are there at your window, watching me as I pour myself a glass of very cold white wine. I slowly slip off all of my clothes except for my thigh high stockings and heels and walk… no, strut... out onto my deck. It’s Monday and almost midnight - time for me to perform and for you to observe and appreciate. I get comfortable in a soft patio chair. I enjoy the feeling of the nice...